The little girl that wasn't there

She was so innocent, so quiet

Pure and untouched

Not lively, dead in a way

I wondered about her

Was she in a deep thought that takes almost forever to get out of

Or maybe her soul had left her body without a word of goodbye

Her frown made even the happiest things dreadful

Even if she ever did smile it would seem too strange

I just always wondered why she was alone and friendless

Did she speak, no,

Did she cry, no,

She was so innocent, so quiet

Was she dead inside